by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 24, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Braefoot point The undertread mush swallows chorused gold dropped from the bow of singing beech. Across the track’s split, dark haws bloat, as drumming sticks drip to catch black at the hedge’s throat. There must be new ways to be...
by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 23, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Virus six dark the idiot’s lantern shows me rainbows you branded sick which made me wear masks wash hands as if Lady Macbeth breathless gagging until I spit it out blue eyes turn to pansies fag butts syringes before a ten year talk...
by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 22, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Ultimate Painting – Study for Portrait VII (Francis Bacon) A found poem using the text describing Study for Portrait VII on moma.org Seated on a throne-like gilded chair He endeavoured The image of open mouthed terror is a...
by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Being Autistic I am handed a racket and ushered onto court. An avid tennis fan, I am awed by being in the place champions are made. But I realise that, although I’ve grasped most of the rules by watching tournaments on tv – in the safety of...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Knitting It’s Grandma Gibson who starts me off gently correcting me, praising the stitches pointing out how it’s written on the pattern. Shows me how to cast on. Then Mum’s Mum, Grandma Gasson tries to improve my grip, gets me to wrap the wool...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Kenwood Chef I blow dust (an epidermis of powdered sugar) from the plastic body and think of what Mother conjured from spatula whip and grinder (each task with its own attachment) never tiring helping hands that saved time for the hundred and one...
